Purple Blooded

Lyra

My eyes adjust quick to the dark. The trees blur passed. Tears fall from my eyes. I can't stay, I shouldn't have travelled with them that long, getting attatched. How could I let myself? The morning comes but I refuse to stop. I don't care when my stomach yells to get my attention, I still don't care when my eyes feel like weights but I need to put more distance between us. How could he just not care? No one's ever had my back why would that change now? There's a phrase about how wolves aren't meant to be alone.... But I'm a fox, not a wolf. I wasn't meant to be in a pack, so why did I try to? I move though the forest, dragging my body with little grace. It cries out, but I keep moving till nightfall. With the last of my strength I climb up a tree and tuck in for the night.